Simulated immortality allows me to calculate talent stats.

[At Wei Qi's residence, you withdraw your vision from projecting the emperor's body.]

Looking back at the lake shrouded in snow and mist.

Pure white and ethereal, untouched by any dust.

A striking red dress with gold lettering stood out against the snow, its colors creating a stunning effect.

Wei Zhi came to your side.

"Again?"

You lower your eyes and nestle against Wei Zhi in your arms.

Leaning against your shoulder, your warm breath brushes against my neck, causing a slight tickle.

[Enjoying the resonance of rebellion and chaos, eyes glazed over.]

[After having the door to this new world opened, this person has now become quite addicted.]

[You were just focused on the court's affairs when you finally pulled yourself away from the warmth and comfort of the woman.]

Seeing that you're free now, I'm pestering you again.

"A rare moment of peace and tranquility; if I don't cherish it, I may never have the chance again."

[The journey westward is imminent.]

If you re-enter the big picture, you're destined to find no peace and tranquility.

Besides, even if she had the opportunity in two more years, she wouldn't be able to enjoy it all to herself.

You smiled gently.

A chaotic, inverted black mist shrouded the snow-covered lake, like drops of thick ink falling onto rice paper.

[Another courtyard.]

[Little Gong Si sat quietly on the windowsill, her small, adorable feet swinging back and forth.]

Her pink lips pouted, her expression a mixture of impatience and helplessness.

The first generation's soul, that of Miyako, flickered beside her.

[Holding his arms around himself, he teaches his younger self through words and actions.]

"Remember, you must follow in your master's footsteps and not fall behind."

【"well……"】

[Little Gong Si sighed, her head in her hands; so young, yet her face was filled with worry.]

"Big sister, you've said it a million times! Do you think you're so stupid that you can't even remember this?"

[Little Gong Si pouted and complained.]

【"oh?"】

The first generation leader, Gong Si, stood suspended in mid-air, her alluring eyes lowered: "So rebellious at such a young age, defying your elders. It seems I need to discipline you properly."

[Xiao Gongsi was completely unafraid of threats.]

He rolled his eyes and glanced at her sideways.

Don't you know in your heart whether you're a rebel or not?

Zuo Shi watched the two playfully bickering with a gentle smile, while Shang Qingdai kept her vow and continued her cultivation and enlightenment.

Even during his cultivation, he never forgot to carry with him books on divination and numerology.

In the distance, the faint sounds of Pang Hai and Xu Hui arguing with themselves could be heard.

In the snow-covered sky, scattered points of sword intent floated, then were tinged red by a fiery sword intent.

[The two generations of Lü Zhen also discussed the education of the younger Lü Zhen.]

Disagreements and debates arose.

Zuo Shi rested her chin on her hand, a gentle smile on her face, gazing out the window towards the distant lake.

[A wisp of black mist could be faintly seen billowing and churning.]

She couldn't help but wonder why her husband always said to wait two years before discussing it, especially during this period.

[A lively yet peaceful scene.]

[This made Zuo Shi sigh, wishing things could always be like this.]

【boom!】

The heavy, oppressive force, like a towering mountain collapsing and crumbling, shattered the peaceful atmosphere.

A majestic and imposing figure emerged from the spatial passage.

[With firm steps, the clanging of armor.]

[Yue Mu's tiger-like eyes were resolute. He bowed respectfully and said, "Your Excellency, I have returned with my troops and await your command."]

The deep, resonant sound echoed and lingered.

Suddenly, Yue Mu sensed something amiss and abruptly turned around.

[A polite, smiling face.]

Han Jing, seemingly out of nowhere, had somehow found himself following behind him again.

[Faced with Yue Mu's questioning and angry gaze.]

Han Jing remained completely indifferent, respectfully bowing and saying, "Your Majesty, I have completed the handover of the Imperial Guards and am ready to serve at any time, even at the cost of my life. I have no need for a horsehide shroud to return home..."

Hearing the commotion, the crowd rushed to the scene.

Then, she stared blankly at the white-clad figure who was bowing and swearing an oath.

If they haven't misread it, and their memories aren't confused.

[This gentleman is quite the smooth talker.]

[Shouldn't it be Han Jing, whose fierce killing prowess, domination of the battlefield, and forging of his reputation as a military god?]

How could it be like this?

They were stunned and puzzled, then their curiosity was piqued.

What exactly did you do to Han Jing to frighten this great military god of the Great Cang like this?

[Afterwards, they all watched the spectacle unfold, tacitly imprinting the scene in their minds.]

After all, this is a rare opportunity.

[You sensed the arrival of Yue Mu and Han Jing, and using black mist to support Wei Zhi, whose body was as soft and weak as water, and whose consciousness was scattered.]

[I have a strong craving for pure vegetables.]

[A figure in a flowing blue robe emerged from the black mist.]

[He instantly appeared in front of Han Jing.]

【"alright."】

[He interrupted his demonstration of vocabulary.]

Han Jing straightened up, his handsome face beaming with a smile.

[The act was clearly one of flattery, yet it was done with an unusual openness and magnanimity.]

[It gives people a strange impression of being upright, honest, and generous.]

[After you unveiled Han Jing's unfathomable mask.]

[A preliminary analysis has already been conducted on it.]

[It can be said that he is an absolute opportunist who prioritizes personal gain above all else.]

To achieve victory, any means are acceptable, and any cost must be borne.

[At this moment, I deeply feel the shadow of crisis looming over me.]

Completely disregarding Yue Mu's angry rebuke, she shielded him tightly in front of her.

To please and test you, they went so far as to grovel and fawn.

Ignore all strange looks.

Tell me, what kind of truly great man is this, with his perfectly balanced hexagonal body, capable of both bending and stretching?

If he can't escape unscathed in this situation, who else can protect themselves?

After Han Jing bowed to you, he looked over Yue Mu's broad shoulders at the strange lineup on the scene.

"Your Excellency... are these all fellow travelers?"

"That's right."

Hearing your answer, Han Jing's beaming smile became slightly odd.

At a glance, the oldest person present was no more than a teenager.

[Further down, there are even children as young as five or six.]

Although, with his limited knowledge, he could see that these people possessed terrifying talent and aptitude, as if they were born with divine souls.

But aren't they still too young?

No, not young, but very young.

Moreover, the aura emanating from these people allowed him to vaguely deduce their backgrounds.

[I immediately realized that my instinctive intuition was correct.]

This situation is truly far-reaching.

Yue Muhu's eyes narrowed slightly, his thick eyebrows furrowed, but he showed no doubt.

He always obeyed orders and followed commands without question.

[I will only offer firm advice if the order is so outrageous that it's impossible to succeed.]

"Oh? Commander Han seems to underestimate them a little?"

Upon hearing your words, Han Jing's eyes widened in confusion for a moment.

【Huh? Disrespect? Did he look down on me? When did he look down on me?】

"Huh? I've been underestimated?"

The first generation of Gong Si believed she understood her master's thoughts best; she immediately grasped their meaning the moment you spoke.

[The gentle, alluring melodies possess a sublime charm that transcends the mortal realm.]

[The spirit of the young palace maid floated out from behind her.]

[Its mere existence causes the void to ripple, distorting even the rules of order.]

[This reveals the lofty status of the Eight Realms.]

Han Jing and Yue Mu's expressions immediately turned solemn.

Such terrifying divine charm, vital energy, and spiritual path.

[This is something that even celestial beings cannot possess.]

[It will inevitably involve the Eight Realms.]

But why can the Eight Realms still exist in the human world?

Han Si's mind was in turmoil, but he hadn't had time to analyze the situation.

[Not just one, not just two, not just three, not just four...]

The emergence of numerous beings at the Eighth Realm level caused signs of decay and shattering even in space itself.

The second-generation Xu Hui raised his hand and gently waved it, erasing all traces of the Forgotten Path.

Han Jing was unusually lost in thought.

[Staring blankly at the sight of countless immortals lined up before him.]

I really feel numb.

[They almost all thought they were trapped in an illusion.]

[Before he could process what he was seeing.]

[A complex array of talismans, inscribed in the void, opens a spatial passage.]

[A figure in a white coat, exuding a cool and aloof air, walked out barefoot.]

Han Jing stiffly shifted his gaze.

[The rank and status of Heaven and Man.]

If that's the case, then it's alright.

But what the hell is that thing they're carrying on their backs?!

[Sizzle...]

A faint crackling sound of electric arcing could be heard.

[Yet it felt like a thunderbolt striking Han Jing's mind.]

The space was etched with a winding, colorless mark.

Han Jing looked over, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

[Sensing the destructive power that annihilated everything, even his vision was destroyed.]

Darkness enveloped my eyes.

Han Jing sensed the presence of those around him, their gazes fixed upon him.

I felt an unbearable weight of life.